C. Gaby Mitchell
C. Gaby Mitchell lives and writes on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.
Thank you for dropping by. I hope you enjoy the Melancholy River book.
I'll be adding some bits and pieces here to help us get acquainted.
Carried Away
If you are lucky, someone who loves you,
Who is much bigger than you are,
Will pick you up and carry you.
You will rest your head on their shoulder,
Put your whole life in their hands,
And let the world go by.
Their footsteps will vibrate up into your cheek
And you will feel how good it is
To move when nothing is required of you.
It may be dark when they carry you to the car,
Frozen clouds may part.
You may look up and see more stars than you have ever seen before.
And if fresh snow has fallen on the sidewalks,
And the streetlights are making magic ovals of brilliant white all down the block,
You will wonder where this world has been.
And you will be hypnotized by the memory of it forever.
But your eyes are so heavy now that nothing can stop them from closing.
You let go of everything,
And you will never feel this safe again.
Carried Away
Crosswalk
Way To Go
Rx
The River Grief
Just Enough
Downpour
Quitters
He was in Los Angeles California, driving down the Harbor Freeway to San Pedro where he lived, when he saw something crazy up ahead. A dog had somehow got himself into the center divider lane. The freeway was jammed packed full and the dog was just inches from cars going 75 miles an hour and he was trying to get the heck out of there. But there was no out to get. He was panicking, darting out, jumping back, darting, jumping, in a bad fix.
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The man was in the fast lane because he always drove fast. He flicked on his emergency blinkers and started tapping his brakes, hoping the 10 miles of the steaming rush hour traffic behind him would slow down a little bit. But they don’t like to slow down in LA, so they blasted their horns and yelled unwholesome things at him as they swerved around him. But he kept tapping his brakes and rolling and when he got to the dog he threw open his door and yelled at the pooch, GET IN!!
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And the pooch got in.
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In fact, the pooch sailed clear over the man and into the passenger seat. The man shot off down the road and the pooch, a dirty little white thing, sat there, shaking and trembling and staring at the man, like, hoo wee, how was your day? The man asked him how in the world he got into the center divider lane in the first place but the pooch looked profoundly mystified about it himself, like he just woke up there or something. The man had been in situations where he wondered how the heck he got into them too so he knew what that look looked like.
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The man had not had a pooch since he was a little boy and that had ended tragically and he wasn’t looking to get another pooch off a freeway center divider lane or any other place. But the dog was in the car and looked pretty off kilter and not all that well. And the man had struggled pretty mightily in his life and was still struggling so he knew what that look looked like. So, the man brought the pooch home with him, thinking he would take him to a shelter the next day.
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But the man did not take him to the shelter.
